ROLEPLAY TESTING || DNP

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So, you have stumbled across our one on one.
This is a private role play between ethereal -- LUNA and myself, [ B E E L Z E B U B ].
If you are neither of the aforementioned persons, do not post in here.
You are free to read along, but nothing more.

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Forty students, three days, and one deserted Island: welcome to the 'Program'; a show that pits classmate against classmate in a cruel game of 'kill or be killed'.

At the dawn of the new millennium, Japan is in a state of near-collapse. Unemployment is at an all-time high, and violence among the nation's youth is spiraling out of control. With schoolchildren boycotting their classes and physically abusing their teachers, a beleaguered and near-defeated government decides to introduce a radical new measure: the Battle Royale Act. Since its enactment, a group of high school children are selected each year for the 'honor' of participating in the new forum of reality television. The world watches the spectacle from the comfort of their homes via satellite. Cameras have been set up all over the island to ensure that the audience misses none of the riveting action. The students are each given a bag with a randomly selected weapon, a few rations of food and water, and sent off to kill each other in a no-holds-barred game to the death. Which means that the students have three days to kill each other until one remains--or they all die.

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xxxxx✕ ✕ ✕ 「 SUMIAKI OYAMA 」
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ seventeen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ hacksaw
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ depressed ✕ recluse ✕ unpredictable

xxxxx✕ ✕ ✕ 「 SHIINA ISUZU 」
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp l a y e d x b y ♔ ethereal -- LUNA !!
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ seventeen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ tanto
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ softspoken ✕ candid ✕ atypical

xxxxx✕ ✕ ✕ 「 KAGA HIDETOSHI 」
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ seventeen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ crossbow
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ self-centered ✕ fake ✕ stupid

xxxxx✕ ✕ ✕ 「 KUROI TOMOE 」
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ eighteen
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⊱ ⊱ evasive ✕ wily ✕ sneaky

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"Rise and shine, little warriors. Rise and shine."

A grating and rough voice perforated the muddled senses of those caught in an unfortunate stupor. Bleary and confused, heads began to loll, heavy. Lids soon parted, the mental fog ebbing ever so slowly. The first thing to surface in those hazy minds, the first thing to catch the sight of anyone, were the desks at which they had been seated. Just like any other classroom. A glaring inconsistency. Last that anyone could seemingly recall, they had been on a bus, heading off on an impromptu class field trip. One sprung on them before first period had even gotten underway. Of course, there had been suspicious murmurs amongst the group. Perhaps they had known where they were going all along. There was not a person alive that did not know about the Program, unless they lived under a rock. Not that that knowledge would do them any good. They had now found themselves in a stark room surrounded by the shifting bodies of friends and classmates.

The clearing of someone's throat forced the majority's attention away from the drugged bodies of the people nearest to them. Their gaze settled on a man. He was an unimpressive figure, short, stout, with eyes sunken and bloodshot. They held a stony and uncaring cast. Despite this man's typical appearance, there was still a dusky air about him that was undeniable. It hung upon him like a veil of mist. With a gnarled grin, he snapped the yard stick in his hand against the desk of someone caught in the front row. The body seated there sat bolt upright with a yelp of surprise, hands shooting up to clasp over her mouth.

"Good morning students and welcome to Homeroom. I am you host," he began cordially, his eyes scanning the class before him with the keenness of a bird of prey. "You have been chosen to participate in this years 'Program'. Oh!" The figure exclaimed in elation. "What an honor this truly is!" Pausing only for the briefest of moments so as to gauge the reactions of the children, the man stepped forward and raised a hand to silence them all. "Please, I ask that you hold your tongues. I do not like interruptions. Now," the man continued, moving toward a blackboard.

"At present, we are here." As this was said, the stranger pointed the end of the ruler toward a map taped to the board. The image was clearly of an island. The entire thing had a grid laid atop, dividing the map into squares. The man, who seemed to fancy himself some sort of instructor, was indicating a square near the center. "This is the school, as I'm sure you have already deduced." Next, he pointed toward the western portion of the map. "This here is flat farmland. To the east of us we have a dense wooded area. If we move south, toward the bay, there is an urbanized zone; houses, shops, and other buildings liter the area. And, finally, traveling in a southeasterly direction, overlooking the bay on a high cliff above the sea, is a gloriously quaint lighthouse." There was more on the isle, to be sure, but he felt the need to point out only a few of the key markers. "This is your playing field. You may go anywhere on the island. Don't, however, try to leave it. Anyone caught in the waters will be shot on sight without exception by the coastal patrol.

"This also leads me to another important point: Dead Zones. What are these, you ask?" Again, there was another dramatic pause, the ruler drawn back and slapping against the palm of his empty hand. "Let me explain, for those of you who may be unfamiliar with the rules of the Game. During the course, as players are dispatched, it is less likely that encounters will occur. So, to force you little warriors out of hiding and to ensure the game continues on schedule, sections of the map will be blacked out. Anyone within the area at the time it goes 'dead' will meet quite an unpleasant end. And all thanks to the fashionable accessories you see around your pretty little necks. These play quite an important role. Not only do they trigger within Dead Zones, they will also be detonated if tampered with, so don't try to remove them, please."

It was here that the man sighed, though his lips twisted unnaturally. "Your collar will also go off if no one dies within a span of twenty-four hours. Simply another measure to ensure you all participate. If no one is killed; you all will be.

"Moving along, then. Every six hours, I will be making island-wide announcements. During these you will be updated with the upcoming Dead Zones and a list of names of the dearly departed.

"Next, as I don't want you thinking us completely callous, you are free to use anything you find. My men have already swept the island thoroughly and removed all 'dangerous' items, but you may take anything else that remains.

"Now that that is all cleared up, I'm going to go through roll call. When your name is called, come and pick up your provision pack. Inside it, you will find rations of food, water, a single map, and one weapon. When you have your bag, you are to proceeded outside. Once you have stepped through the door, you may begin." Once more, he was moving the yard stick about, as if it were a conductors baton. "Oh, yes, and before I forget, you should leave quickly. After the last of you has gotten outside, this area is going dead. Don't linger if you want to live."

Ending the rather long-winded monologue, he began the arduous task of going down the list of names. At the same time, a solider, clad in military-esque garb rolled a large cart stacked with blue bags into the room. Names were called, people stood and took their items, then left the room. Some were sobbing uncontrollably. Others looked starkly numb. A few even appeared pleased by the edict of 'kill or be killed'. Each were handling things in their own fashion as the names were rattled off. Moving from their seats, taking hold of a duffle, everyone wandered from down the hall one at a time. When reaching a set of double doors, a green 'EXIT' sign blazing brightly above, they were easily pushed open. All that remained was to step into the Game.

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